User blog comment:Thornclaw Braveheart/WAR!!!/@comment-32303-20120626173208

''The High Rhulain coils her grappling hook around her shoulders, looking carefully for an opening she can use. . . . she sees an opening on the east wall. However, the moat and the iron spikes lay between her and it. ''

''Gritting her teeth, Tiria slides into the water and starts slowly picking her way through the maze of spikes, holding her weapons at the ready and keeping her head down. '''Just a little further. . . ' she thinks to herself.

She ''finally climbs out of the water, whirls her grappling hook above her head and lets fly. It lands with a loud *clank*, causing her to freeze and drop into the shadows in panic. ''

Realizing no one's heard her, the otter grips her javelin between her teeth, rubs mud into her paws for added traction, and begins her ascent.